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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water-stained wooden dock pilings stretch out into a dimly lit, flooded cargo hold, its corroded steel walls creaking with the weight of water that rises up to the walkways. Like, I can smell the heavy, saltwater decay of crates and ropes, the dampness in the air is thick. The still air carries the sound of echoing drips and the distant rumbling of some machinery or movement, causing the steel walls to resonate... meanwhile, the silhouetted forms of loading cranes have been twisted and bent into what looks like living vines, curved over the flooded hold as if cradling it.